The Race to Volturnum
Yoritomo
This third day's march has stolen our energy. Where is the sea, I wonder, wishing its cool breezes could reach my face. Ah, but there is nothing to be done about it. Karma. I have never been in the Shadowlands before. In a strange way, it is beautiful. It is peaceful, its wasted fields gray and empty like the ocean after a storm.
We have met with scattered resistance. In a way, I think the Shadowlands is welcoming us. For what purpose, I do not know. There are few Mantis here, other than myself. The Fox have left us. The Wasp sent their finest men, but they are few. I have only my sword and my wits.
The Sparrow have--
Something on the horizon. An army. I can see it, just over the hills.
By the Fortunes.
I have never seen so many!
--Yoritomo Kamoto